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a long drive for a good date
Mar. 31st, 2019 07:52 pmYesterday I didn't quite manage to fit my morning ride, a badly needed nap, waxing, and the drive to the Tickler's in Olympia in the time allotted. Luckily, she's not terribly punctual herself and pretty forgiving of such transgressions. It isn't the seventy-mile drive each way that I mind; it's the fact that it goes right through the city of Tacoma, which has gnarly traffic even on a Sunday afternoon.
But the Tickler did (ahem) live up to her pseudonym, and then there were eetz at the Mark, one of the nicest restaurants in Oly. And because Olympia is low budget fabulous, we got out of there for about half what one of the nicest restaurants in Seattle would have cost. (We're doing that for our anniversary* in a few months.)
What I thought was a night terror last night the Tickler just calls talking in her sleep. Okie doke.
Brunch. Bad: My toes went numb from waiting outdoors. Good: The people watching on the sidewalk was first rate. The New Moon is extra hippy. I don't like their tofu scramble as much as I like PCC's, but I think they deserve another chance.
Oh: Good Sister called after I got home and gently busted my chops for not calling Mom. It's darkly funny that GS's and my roles have reversed with respect to this sort of thing over the last year. My excuses: dating activity, waiting until after Mom's court date on Tuesday. I'll try Mom on Saturday; GS and I independently guessed that she might need time to cool down from a likely disappointment.
Oh oh: I drove Ex's car. Since she's out of town and my son is on my insurance and not hers, it made more sense for him to drive my car as usual and let me drive hers. I wonder if Ex ever expected that her car would get driven 140 miles for two queer women to get their freak on together.
*That isn't quite what we call it between ourselves. Ahem.
But the Tickler did (ahem) live up to her pseudonym, and then there were eetz at the Mark, one of the nicest restaurants in Oly. And because Olympia is low budget fabulous, we got out of there for about half what one of the nicest restaurants in Seattle would have cost. (We're doing that for our anniversary* in a few months.)
What I thought was a night terror last night the Tickler just calls talking in her sleep. Okie doke.
Brunch. Bad: My toes went numb from waiting outdoors. Good: The people watching on the sidewalk was first rate. The New Moon is extra hippy. I don't like their tofu scramble as much as I like PCC's, but I think they deserve another chance.
Oh: Good Sister called after I got home and gently busted my chops for not calling Mom. It's darkly funny that GS's and my roles have reversed with respect to this sort of thing over the last year. My excuses: dating activity, waiting until after Mom's court date on Tuesday. I'll try Mom on Saturday; GS and I independently guessed that she might need time to cool down from a likely disappointment.
Oh oh: I drove Ex's car. Since she's out of town and my son is on my insurance and not hers, it made more sense for him to drive my car as usual and let me drive hers. I wonder if Ex ever expected that her car would get driven 140 miles for two queer women to get their freak on together.
*That isn't quite what we call it between ourselves. Ahem.
